Fiction

Mechalarum is my debut science fiction novel.

Under a dust storm spawned by nature and sustained by technology, a hidden Citadel protects humanity's final hope. Sciencers toil to execute Serl Aris Jolorn's last-ditch plan to defeat the offworld Losh, who have rained death from the skies for twenty years.

The plan is simple - build and perfect Mechalarum flying suits for fearless pilots to infiltrate and destroy the Losh airships from within.

The most skilled of these pilots, Kiellen Corr, has never wavered in her dedication to the cause. But her impatience and stubborn nature put her at odds with Serl Jolorn, who will tolerate zero insubordination as he quests to eradicate the alien menace.

After a fateful discovery, betrayal blindsides Kiellen. With her faithful sciencer friend Gage Turman by her side, she must fight to understand the true nature of Jolorn's Citadel, the Mechalarum suits, the Losh, and herself.

Non-Fiction

Modern-day survivalists aren't generally regarded as the most sane people on the planet. A quick look at any one of the disturbingly common and frighteningly thorough shopping lists they post online drives home the fact that anyone who self-identifies as a "prepper" most likely went off the deep end a long time ago...

The list of lost or dead parents in Disney movies is only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to the torment the studio dumps onto its child characters. But they always show us that there's a bright side -- that any amount of youthful trauma can be brushed off with a bit of song, dance, and finding your one true love...

The general public is (finally) starting to realize there's money to be made in video gaming, and that it's not an annoying, nerdy little thing that will go away if you punch it enough. Though people will continue to "what is this, I don't even" over things like a Heroes Of The Storm being broadcast on ESPN2, we're not that far off from a future in which...

Being a teenager is great. Your mind and body have been carefully calibrated at that age to make you think you're invincible, with muscles and bones that seem to snap right back into place after the roughest of trampoline falls or snowboarding accidents. And with a brain pliable enough to forget the trauma of it all within a few short hours, to boot. Old age seems lifetimes away...

Calling tourist traps overrated is kind of like calling tacos delicious -- it's something we can all agree on. And yet, millions of people are seduced by the lure of "thrilling," "once-in-a-lifetime" experiences, flooding on-trend locations, filling city coffers, and making locals want to destroy the things they love just to keep them out of the hands of wide-eyed, street-clogging, sidewalk-hogging morons...